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“You don’t have a Soul; you are a Soul. You have a Body.” CS Lewis

CreateSpace is now processing my final changes to “Echoes of Family Lost;” with luck and grace, it should be available this week. So, what’s next?

“Henge’s Big Day!” I’ve never written for children before. Why not see what I’m capable of doing? In an earlier post I mentioned the library at the school my two girls attend. I’ve been a volunteer in said library for years… stacking, shelving, reorganizing. I’ve had plenty of time to look at those books in the “E” section. Easy? Early Reader? Don’t know nor care. But I started paying attention to the format.

“HBD” will be about 10 x 10″ with a hardcover – if I can afford it. I’d like to: we withdraw softcover kids books after only two years of use, on average; they’re just too damaged. Kids are natural entropy-bots; it’s one of the things that make them interesting. I’d lost my point… so, about ten inches square (that’s blib quatloos for you on the metric system). I thought about a story… I thought about Henge (pronounced “hen-geh”) the youngest of Machine Civilization and also something of a hybrid… although that explanation really doesn’t come out until late in “EFL.” Even so, late in “T4L” Henge overhears a comment by Lily, and immediately applies it to herself.

On the one hand, MachCiv is all about so-called AI’s; on the second hand, I keep hammering away at their nature as people. On the gripping hand, “T4L” is shot through with Lily’s re-discovered Christianity. What if one of them looked at the evidence and wanted to become a Christian?

How do you baptize a string of code? Throwing water onto a rack of servers would be a very bad idea. But… the rest of the idea….

I cannot draw; once upon a time I could make 3D-parametric design software dance, sing, bring drinks and empty ashtrays. Now…. Below the fold are some awful sketches from my 20-page “Henge’s Big Day!” I wont say ‘don’t laugh,’ as I have, too! I use it to try to let illustrators know what I’m looking for. What’s sad is that I’ve gone looking for illustrators here and here and here, freely talking four figures of money, and after a month I have only a single, possible lead. Is everyone so satisfied with their day-jobs?! Is everyone so narcoleptized by the dole? Why is finding an illustrator this difficult? Twenty pages! Little background! Watercolors!

Sheesh. It’s enough to drive a man to drink. Let me get another Martini, then tell you about Book Four. Now, that’s killing me.